Praetor and Auria looked at each other nodding, they had shared stories very recently. Auria bowed to the elder Morven though she knew the women detested them. "I was also turned that day. By another group me and several other who escaped the battle. I thought it might have just been punishment but you say that you didn't turn any means that the vampire who sired Praetor may have had others at the field. One's who turned me and most of my fellows. I know that vampire who turned us were not from your home. They were barbarians from the east above Rome, they traveled with the wolves as if they were kin of sorts." She sat down and Praetor rose. 

"What ever we do killing Lucian does not help the cause we can only confine him keep a close eye on him. As much as it pains me to say this, the Blackmoores would be better prepared to face him. The Kingstons are not a large clan while you are. Your numbers could stall him long enough for stronger vampires to take him down, it would also mean it's your best interest if he didn't die... After all Alistair would be the perfect target for him. A clan leader with strength, if he remained here... Well Klaus has no defense and that Greek is as strong as I am and has a lot qualms about violence.